( bio for Jonas Quinn )

Holy Crap ( Read more... )

Cake is good ( Read more... )

So, apparently Summer and I have to get married. Since General O'Neill screwed it up the first time. Bellagio Hotel, dusk New Years Day, come if you so wish. Or don't, whatever ( Read more... )

Great, so things are just peachy ( Read more... )

::sigh ( Read more... )

Today we are playing the "Letters are Numbers" game. General O'Neill told me I should do it... still don't understand why, though. Oh well.

I've got a few things to say right now.

Number A: Dr. Beckett informed Summer and I that we will be having twin girls. This is amazing news. It's still a little hard to believe that in a few months, I'm ( Read more... )

If anyone has anything desperatly important to tell Dr. Jackson, I'd do it now.

Because I'm going to fucking kill him.

Slowly.

One again, I am SG-1's new fourth member.

::beams::

Thanks to General O'Neill, and thanks to Colonel Carter for suggesting it.

::bounce::

It'll hopefully be much more exciting than what I've been doing... ::frowns a piles upon piles of translations scattered about his office::I just realized that I never turned my calendar from 'October' to ' ( Read more... )

::headdeskheaddeskheaddesk ( Read more... )